Unforgettable High School - This is dedicated to our once beautiful past, that pure high school life! Accompanied by the last season of drifting black rain clouds in June, we have arrived at another station in life - high school! A new life began from the moment we stepped through the gates of our high school. Is the excitement on our faces the relief after realizing our dreams? A faint sorrow hidden in our brows, is it our sense of loss, a feeling unknown to others? The only thing we share in common, perhaps, is the slight confusion in our hearts. Your happiness, his helplessness, and the clouds floating on the horizon have already been frozen into old black-and-white ink pictures.
"Study science, son, studying science leads to success!" Dad said with full expectations.
"Hmm... let me think about it!"
"Old son, don't listen to your dad. Study what you like, do what suits your abilities!" Mom said discontentedly.
"Hmm, let's talk about it after this semester!"
I stood at the gate of an unnamed school, loaded with my parents' hopes, and silently said to myself: I've come!
Class Four, the first class I came to here. From the day I entered until graduation, only the nameplate on the door changed; those familiar smiling faces remained. But over this long yet short time, some people left, and others joined in.
Here, as the willow trees outside the window went through the four seasons, every strange face became familiar again, and thus became friends, became family. Qi Xiurong, my classmate in the same class, I'll never forget. Our head teacher who accompanied us through three years of high school, although the lousy canteen always forced the teacher to make us eat, even though we were not happy about it, we still loved her so much. Wasn't the crying before graduation the reluctance and longing for that love?
Do you remember our English teacher? Zhang Yingbo, always looking down on others because she had been to university, everyone didn't like her, right? But we were still touched by her kind smile. We love her, and Miss Wu Liping, we will never forget!
And our math teacher Ma Gang, Chinese teacher Zhang Yingjie, geography teacher, history teacher. We will never forget any of them! Our teachers, our mentors, are the purple light shining on us. They have strong arms and secrets unknown to us. We explore these secrets every day. We are filled with gratitude, moved and thankful. We want to say: Thank you!
How could I forget all of you, friends who appeared in my life? Liu Huan, Yu Shuangshuang, Li Li, Dong Jian, Jingwen, Lei Hou, Yang Liu, Wu Zidan, Damin, Zhang Jiancheng, Haiyu, Fengzi, Hua, Zhai Ping, Zhao Xue, Li Haijuan, Tu Zi, Laoyang, Awen, Azhou, Xiaohuan, Li Yingli, Asan, Xiao Hou, Zhang Xin, Jiajia, Wang Yudan, Wang Shuai, Pei Jianan, Ma Hui, Jiang Ye, Wang Yu, Sun Tao, Yaosister, Xiaoying, Xu Yan...
There are too many more, appearing in my life, giving me sadness and laughter, happiness and encouragement, confidence and friendship... For you all, how could I ever forget?
Every time I recall, there's always a warmth rising in my heart, but also a bit of pain. Alas! It's gone forever. And I, am merely the most nostalgic hunter, standing in this unfamiliar place, endlessly looking back at the road I came from, hunting for every warm fragment...
The leaves are falling, you're singing. Whose pain, whose thoughts, contain the tears I can't stop shedding? The pain of memories stabs at my heart. But even so, I can't help but look back. Who made my journey filled with your warm eyes and gentle faces?
The cold wind outside the window keeps blowing, and the familiar melody of "Painful" plays in my headphones: "Love painfully, hurt painfully, be sad painfully, be moved painfully, whatever life arranges, I thank, every spark of human life, none should be missed..."
But I am the least contented one, yet I still rejoice in not missing out on this spark of human life, rejoicing in the decision to split into arts and sciences back then, making my memories endless. Studying arts, I will never regret it! My good friends.
You walked into my life and became my eternal memory, an indelible mark in my life. Whose desolation is the unspoken wound? What is the loneliness and bewilderment reflected in the tearful eyes? What transparent despair is reflected by the snow?
Zhai Ping, my brother, it was you who said: When someone isn't doing well now, they fall deeply into memories! Yes, I'm not doing well. I thought that going to university would sever my ties with sadness, sorrow, and pain, but that was just "thinking," it won't be as beautiful as imagined...
Flowers fall... whose fault is it? Which beautiful flower is saying it has come... what pain? I won't say...
So much has happened on this land, my friend, do you remember? Those trivial things aren't something my pen can record. The last dorm move, the last class change, when our dorm settled on the second floor and the class on the fourth floor, Class Eight of Senior Three, the class ranking everyone disliked, eventually fell to us.
Flip, get out of bed, go back to bed, check the phone, oh no, it's six o'clock again! Lie down again, after using the toilet, still want to lie in bed a little longer, who wants to get up early! Unfortunately, time flies quickly, it's half past six, unwillingly, get up! "Get up, get up!" Ha ha, I shouted loudly.
Little Leihou on the opposite bed, without opening his eyes, shouted to Cheng upstairs, "Cheng, quick! Play music! Quick! Quick!" "Ah, I know! Ugh!" His tone was lazy and reluctant, why does my phone battery last the longest in our dormitory!
I don't know what you're thinking, or is it still that subway, that street, oh... that familiar street, that lingering subway, has the balance of love tilted...
The familiar melody, "No. 18 Bund", the hoarse female voice, floating around, became our wake-up symphony. Even nearly a year apart, every time I hear it, it always brings back memories of the high school dormitory, and each time it makes my heart ache unbearably...
"Are you ready? Let's go! Go eat!" "Wait for Leihou." "No problem! Almost done! Hehe!" When the lock clicked on the door, "Ok! Let's go!" Leihou said with a sunny face. "Where's Awen?" "He's already gone!" So a group of us marched toward the cafeteria. Do you remember this scene, separated at university? Are you as stubborn as I am, refusing to forget?
During the first semester break at university, I returned to where we lived, where we laughed and cried together. Everything was so familiar, it seemed nothing had changed...
When I stood under the dorm building again, everything from the past floated before my eyes: I saw our whole dorm going to the cafeteria, flowers quietly blooming in front of the door; I saw Leihou laughing after annoying Cheng; I saw Cheng's helpless but happy expression; I saw Awen's tall figure leaving every time; I saw Zhen coming and going alone; I also saw Haiyu smiling; I saw myself, standing in the past, tears streaming down my face...
I saw all of you, still the same as before, never changing...
My heart was pierced painfully...
Back to the classroom, back to my seat in the last row, this place that made me happy, also where her shadow was. I liked the atmosphere here, even though the teacher asked me multiple times to sit in the front and not be influenced by the back. I still refused, I like it here, there's super funny San, bald-headed Zhao and Long called Tu Ge, quiet but popular Yang, and Zhang Xin, and Zhou Ge. This place always brings joy.
Even though she told me many times to focus on studying, I wanted to help you, just being able to watch you made me very, very happy, do you know? She, nickname Huahua, a beautiful and kind girl, a likable girl. I like your smiling face, I like your sweet voice!
"Oh? She hasn't come yet?" I muttered to myself. Sit down, quietly reading a book, when her figure appears in front of me, my lips slightly curl, I smiled happily. Even if we can only know each other, unable to understand each other deeply, I don't regret loving you. Even if I can only see you with my eyes, I'm full of joy. Look up at the window, the sun emits its scorching light, warming my mood all day. The willow tree in front of the door remains as usual, adding a fresh deep green to people's vision with its strong vitality, injection wrinkle removal. "Hey!" Accompanied by gestures and smiles, Li Haijuan greeted me.
Yes, she came to this class, since we met, every time we encounter in the corridor, she greets me with a smile, proving my existence. Ha ha, my friend, do you know the feelings of moving and warmth that surge in my heart when you greet me? This, I keep in my heart, never forgetting.
"Hey! Lü Weijian, let's bet this month, see who's ahead in this monthly exam, how about it?" Yu Shuang smiled.
"Is there any suspense? Definitely you'll be ahead of me!" I answered nonchalantly.
"Just tell me if you'll bet or not!" Her tone carried a hint of cunning and scheming (obviously I'm bound to lose, right? Ha ha!)
"Well... what shall we bet?"
"Alps!"
"Alright! Ha ha!"
Yu Shuang, Li Li, Dong Jian. Happy trio, always laughing and talking together. Ha ha.
Li Li, the girl you call "Xiaohei", doesn't get angry easily; Dong Jian, quiet demeanor; Yu Shuang, her spirit of striving and effort always inspires me, gives me help, benefits me for life, I will never forget...
"Brother, study hard, you're different from me, you carry the expectations of many people, work hard, don't disappoint me!" The stubborn handwriting flowed lightly on the paper, it was Yang Liu's concern for me. My buddy, it's you who taught me strength, let me grow continuously, become mature. But every time you cry, my heart is filled with helplessness, hoping you will be happy!
Whose hair absorbs the moonlight, transforming you into my friend, appearing beside me? Zhao Xue, a special girl, ha ha, her character is so kind. "Oh no! Don't mess with me!" Her mouth says unwilling words, but her face still carries a smile. Yes, Hou Wenjing, as her name suggests, particularly quiet. Won't argue with anyone, won't hold grudges against anyone, always smiling.
"Hey Old Lü, can you help me catch up on English?" Smiling, her eyes squint into slits. Fengzi, sports team member, my good friend, her height always leaves a deep impression, although not talkative, she's a good person. Jiayajia, my good friend, learning erhu! Originally thought she would stick to her love, but unfortunately, cultural courses destroyed her confidence completely, ultimately couldn't last until graduation. Plump appearance, good character.
Wu Zidan, Wang Yudan, Wang Shuai, Ma Hui, Pei Jianan, always together, always humorous, I think besides San, probably only Wu Zidan is funny. Known as Big Brother, their playing and fooling around scenes still appear in front of my eyes. Wang Yudan's focused expression while drawing, Wang Shuai playing with Ma Hui and Pei Jianan, Ma Hui's childish demeanor. Always remember the first birthday gift, ha ha, unforgettable!
Pan Jiahuan, and Liu Huan, those past experiences, how could I forget? And Damin, telling me not to be lonely. Sun Tao, Xiaoying, Yaosister, ha ha, my friends, even though you chose science, how could I forget the days we spent together!!!
And Xiaoying, my first younger sister, ha ha, I'm really happy!!! And Xu Yan, so mischievous, doesn't get angry easily!!
And so many more, though not listed individually, please remember, you are always the subject of my memories. I will not forget anyone there, will not forget what happened there, will not forget the days we fought together...
Missing you all, forever and ever...
Whose past is a barren wasteland, the dim sunset, the desolate grasses, growing wildly in this sorrowful land, the web woven by tears and cries, is an indelible wound. Whose high school past do we miss so much, placing all the past in our hearts, refusing to forget for a long time? It's us, young and reckless!
When we stand in front of the camera and shout "cheese," everything is frozen, marking the end of the high school era. I will never forget the crazy picture-taking that day, will never forget the collective revelry before departure, will never forget the helplessness and reluctance on everyone's face on graduation day, and some shock! Aren't we all thinking: How did we suddenly graduate? How did these three long years suddenly pass? How did the willows in front of the door cycle through three seasons so fast? We still have to move forward...
Who, in solitude, lets sorrow surge, buries happiness, silent is your restrained pain, the sound of heartbreak resounds between indifference and sorrow... This high school is unforgettable!